Thats the last time I go out drinking with my Irish friends. Two shots of flaming sambucca = bar on fire. I was only trying to high five the barman.
He had a stripper pole in his bedroom. I didn't know whether to be impressed or creeped out.
I think any school that has COCKS written on it's baseball hats has their priorities straight.
Always thought my first night in jail would consist of fire and a bunny suit.
Nothing says "I'm a sorority girl" like puking at 830 in the am, wearing my anti-hazing pin, and getting ready for a tea party.
THERE ARE ENTIRELY TOO MANY HOT UNDERAGE GIRLS HERE FOR THIS TO REMAIN LEGAL.
You basically told your boyfriend at the time you were going to shit in his hands.
And I meant every ounce of it.
I puked in my fridge last night while I was trying to get water
The whole movie was ruined when some chick started laughing with what you could tell was QUITE the mouthful. This of course made the guy laugh harder.
That BJ in the bathroom was definitely worth the $20 cover.
I don't really want to talk about it, but if anyone finds my unicorn mask with my bra in it, I would really like that back.
I feel like I could have been bitchier and missed an opportunity.
Blacked out and Irish exited last night. At dinner. On a Sunday.
He's throwing Skittles into my cleavage and some are rebounding into my crouch.
Well he's scoring either way then.
Listen, she cheated on him first. I've known both of them since we were 12. They have no secrets from me. And yes, as a matter of fact, I absolutely did enjoy screaming out his name into his, soon to be, ex wife's pillow.
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